Free Unexpected Pleasures by Mary Wine

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    â€œBut you were tight, very tight, and I know that I caused you pain by failing to control my lust.”
    Justina pushed a hand against his chest. “I did not ask you to show control.”
    She gained no distance from him, his arm remaining firm and inescapable yet not hurting her. Disapproval shone in his eyes now but it was directed at himself.
    â€œYou should not have to ask me for such. It is my duty to control my strength since it is greater.”
    â€œStop it, Synclair.” She didn’t know how to accept the tenderness in his words as genuine. Perhaps it was safer not to accept it, since such kindness so often dissipated the moment a man was in the mood to bend a woman to his will.
    His lips rose, curving into a satisfied smile. She pushed against his body again, using more strength.
    â€œAnd do not become smug because I called you by name.”
    He released her, and because of how strongly she had been straining against his arm, she stumbled back a pace. He remained against the wall, leaning on it while watching her with piercing eyes.
    â€œI am not allowed to be pleased by the fact that you mutter my name, Lady?” He clicked his tongue at her in reprimand. “Now that is most unkind of you, Justina. It is something I have longed to hear on your lips. The sound is as sweet as I hoped it might be.”
    He reached up and dug his fingers into his shirt. With a swift pull, he drew the garment over his head and off completely. It fluttered to the floor. He straightened up and she stepped back because she had somehow become accustomed to him being so close, forgetting just how large he truly was—the top of her head was even with his shoulders. He walked across the chamber to sit down in a chair that was waiting. He pulled one boot off in a quick motion before she was able to force her mind to function once more.
    â€œWhat are you doing?”
    His smile turned arrogant. “Disrobing. Something I should have done before kissing you.” The second boot came free and landed next to its twin. “A quick tumble was not why I brought you here.”
    â€œWasn’t it?” She was being coarse but she couldn’t afford to think of him as a tender lover. “We both wanted an outlet for our anger.”
    Synclair frowned and stood up. His pants were still open and they slid down his thighs with only a simple push from his hands. He stepped out of them and she turned away because his cock was still hard. It stood fully erect, the head of it ruby red in spite of the fact that she knew he had spilled his seed inside her.
    She had felt it spurting up against the mouth of her womb. A tiny quiver went through her belly as she recalled that moment. It had been more satisfying than any other she had ever experienced during bed sport.
    She must never allow Synclair to know that.
    â€œI still want to kill de Canis.”
    Synclair was directly behind her. She gasped, never hearing even a single scuff against the floor. But he closed his arms around her, pulling her back against his body in a motion that was fluid and impossible to escape.
    â€œBut not now.” He angled his head so that his words brushed over her ear. The skin on her neck felt the warmth of his breath, and sensation rippled across it. It frustrated her because it was so simple a touch, yet she was keenly aware of it. She strained away from him, struggling when he refused to release her. But his arms were solid bands of inescapable steel about her, keeping her arms pinned against her body, leaving her little to fight with except to squirm.
    He leaned down and placed a kiss against her neck. His lips were hot and drew a soft breath from her.
    â€œDoes this mean you are not finished resisting me, Justina?” Another press of his lips landed on the sensitive skin of her throat. “Good.” He whispered that single word like a judgment, his voice hard and edged with promise. “I believe I am not